You belong with me (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

Chapter 38 - I'm sorry

Fuck

“Harry, what are you doing?” Taylor glares at me then I let go of Emily

“N..nothing Taylor..” I look at Emily then she starts to walk upstairs

“Don’t look at her, look at me”

I look at Taylor again then as much as I hate to do this, I have to… continue and keep this from Emily… Taylor gave me a glare then she looks at Emily immediately. I shook my head. Taylor fisted both of her hands then walked to Emily.

“You!”

“Taylor wait!” I ran to her

Taylor points an accusing finger at Emily. Emily looks at Taylor. She glares at her first but she suddenly backed down and looks away.

“I’m sorry…” Emily’s voice cracked

“You should know better. I was being all nice to you all this time and now… you’re letting Harry… my Harry touch you like that!”

I grabbed Taylor’s wrist and pull her but she pulled away

“Ms. Swift, I didn’t mean too…” Emily hid her face behind the pile of clothes.

I was getting mad.  I couldn’t take this anymore. I have to do something… somehow.

“Stop it Taylor. It was my fault!” I grabbed Taylor’s wrist again and pulled her

Taylor tries to pull away from me again but I gripped her wrist harder. She was still glaring at Emily then she looks at my hand and swats it. Emily was still looking at the both of us. I looked at her again then back to Taylor.

“Harry, you’re hurting me” She pulls away harder but I tightened my grip and wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked at Emily again. She was still staring at the both of us and I could see that her eyes were squinting and she was gripping the basket tighter.

“Let go of me! Let go of me!” Taylor tries to pull away from me but I tightened my grip. My hands started to shake. I looked at Emily again. She looks at me and I can see one of her tears fall down from her face. I looked away carefully and looked at Taylor again. I put one of my hands to her cheek…

I’m sorry Emily…

I kissed her. Taylor suddenly stops pulling away and kissed me too. I closed my eyes and I can hear footsteps running away from us… I tightened my grip again at Taylor’s waist.

I’m such a fucked up..

I’m such a bastard…

Why can’t I think straight…

I fucking hate this…

I heard the door closed loudly. Taylor puts her hand to my cheek and still kisses me. I pull away from her and looked away. I closed my eyes and cursed myself again for being such a prick to Emily…

Emily

She must be crying herself in her room… She must be leaning herself against the door and closing her mouth to not make any sounds…

“Harry…” Taylor tries to reach my hand again. My hands were still clenched. Taylor puts her hands to my cheeks and makes me look at her.

“It wasn’t her fault Taylor… I’m telling you…” I had to say this “I love you… not her…”

I hate this. It’s like I’m being stabbed with a handful of knives and each one just kept stabbing and stabbing everytime I think about how Emily looks like right now.